I wake up on the beach at sunrise the following morning.
Personally, I would prefer to sleep in, but you can't ignore the sun, and the faintest bit of sunlight after darkness irritates me. I suppose after eight years living underground in dimly lit tunnels have given me a preference towards darkness, and I am unaccustomed to the switch between dark and light.
I decide to go spear fishing for breakfast. With my knife and the stick from last night, I am able to whittle myself a pointier stick. I find some more sticks and take a few palmetto leaves for fuel before lighting a fire with a lighter I'd gotten back at the marijuana farm. Then, I fashion a little table of sticks with the laces of my boots as rope to hold them together for a little "stove" to cook my fish^. I smile at it. Good work, Kurosawa, I applaud myself.
Fishing, however, doesn't go very well. I am successful in the end, but by then its mid morning and the fire is barely sizzling. I have to rekindle it before starting to cook. Cutting off the fish head just gets me bloodthirsty -- and not literally, I'm not a fan of vampirism. But I do miss my killing sprees in the Underground... I should have tried harder to kill Apple when I had the chance. Although that may have screwed up the time-and-space continuum, considering that Johnny Apple is from the 80s.
This time travel shit is way too complicated!
The fish tastes pretty good, in my opinion. Osushi^ is one of my personal favorite foods, and Chef back in the Underground was not a good osushi chef (on the rare occasions that we happened to get fish). I never learned how to make osushi myself. My mother had been a wonderful osushi chef, and sometimes I find myself regretting killing her for that reason. I missed her osushi, and I think she would've taught me how to make it eventually.
Ohwell, everyone has their regrets, I remind myself as I finish the delicious fish. I decide to leave the fire to die out on its own, and walk westward along the shore. >> (1) In case my description doesn't suffice...
Megumi's fire is sort of like this.
>> (2) Polite form of "sushi" in Japanese. It's written "おすし" in hiragana.
Megumi Kurosawa -- Day Nine
I wake up on the beach at sunrise the following morning.
Personally, I would prefer to sleep in, but you can't ignore the sun, and the faintest bit of sunlight after darkness irritates me. I suppose after eight years living underground in dimly lit tunnels have given me a preference towards darkness, and I am unaccustomed to the switch between dark and light.
I decide to go spear fishing for breakfast. With my knife and the stick from last night, I am able to whittle myself a pointier stick. I find some more sticks and take a few palmetto leaves for fuel before lighting a fire with a lighter I'd gotten back at the marijuana farm. Then, I fashion a little table of sticks with the laces of my boots as rope to hold them together for a little "stove" to cook my fish^. I smile at it. Good work, Kurosawa, I applaud myself.
Fishing, however, doesn't go very well. I am successful in the end, but by then its mid morning and the fire is barely sizzling. I have to rekindle it before starting to cook. Cutting off the fish head just gets me bloodthirsty -- and not literally, I'm not a fan of vampirism. But I do miss my killing sprees in the Underground... I should have tried harder to kill Apple when I had the chance. Although that may have screwed up the time-and-space continuum, considering that Johnny Apple is from the 80s.
This time travel shit is way too complicated!
The fish tastes pretty good, in my opinion. Osushi^ is one of my personal favorite foods, and Chef back in the Underground was not a good osushi chef (on the rare occasions that we happened to get fish). I never learned how to make osushi myself. My mother had been a wonderful osushi chef, and sometimes I find myself regretting killing her for that reason. I missed her osushi, and I think she would've taught me how to make it eventually.
Oh well, everyone has their regrets, I remind myself as I finish the delicious fish. I decide to leave the fire to die out on its own, and walk westward along the shore.
>> (1) In case my description doesn't suffice...
>> (2) Polite form of "sushi" in Japanese. It's written "おすし" in hiragana.